Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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He stops, looking at me curiously. “What is it, Fay?”

But I lose courage, folding my arms awkwardly over my chest. “Nothing,” I murmur. “Actually, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m just gonna…”

Daniel takes a slow step away from me, putting his hands in his pockets. “Of course, Fay,” he murmurs, his voice worried. “Whatever you need.”

I give him a little half smile and then head to the fridge, taking out a bottle of wine and grabbing a glass from the counter. I don’t look at him again as I scurry out the door, though I can feel his eyes on

1. me.

“Coward,” I hiss, cursing myself as I hurry up the stairs. Damn it, at the first trial of this new, powerful me I totally collapsed. I dart into my room, pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing my eyes as I steel myself.

I know that I owe Daniel more than that. But damn it, Janeen and I didn’t plan what I was going to say to him, and he caught me by surprise. But I could do it – I figure out the best way to break it to him that I was leaving him for his dad –

“Oh my god,” I mutter, flying open. God damn it, but this was so

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ridiculous.

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I move across the room then, opening the bottle of wine and

pouring myself a big glass. This was Janeen’s advice too – a drink for courage, but not so much that I get sloppy. There was, apparently, a fine balance. But I drink the glass of wine quickly, my hands shaking a little as I glance towards the door.

don’t know if I’m going to be able to find that

a new phone out of my back pocket – one that Janeen gave me this afternoon, one of

the club who want a

got here, but things are different now. I’m not his son’s fiancé who needs protection anymore. I work for him now – not just as his girlfriend, but as

she can give me a little courage. My stomach

the plan went just as we want it

her reply

got this, little sis! Remember – it’s

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3/4

him pressure you into moving faster

1. him

That’s right. It’s about me now. And I may have agreed to be his-

to stop getting nauseous when I think that word –

does not have any right to make me feel –

sounds on the door and freeze, my eyes going wide.

put my wine glass down and

whisper, sounding more anxious than I want to. But not

see anyone standing there. Curious, I twist the knob and slowly pull

my door sits a white box tied with a red satin ribbon. I look up and down the hallway but there’s no one there. I quickly snatch the box, pulling it to my chest as I slam the door

my curiosity getting the better of me, I hurry to my bed, quickly untying the ribbon

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as I run my fingers over it, realizing what it means. As

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it is, a little card falls from one